Update 2022

 Again, I return to the blog after a year of being away.  And, let's be fucking honest, two years since I updated anything of substance.

So, what the fuck has been happening?

Well, still living in my friend's basement, still helping at the comic shop. I've pretty much given up on writing anything else for publication, and now I just write for shits and giggles. 

Last November, I discovered that I had kidney stones. A 9mm stone blocked my left kidney, requiring me to go to the Emergency Room. Two outpating procedures later, the stone is gone, but I found out that I had three other stones in my right kidney. I have named them the Three Stooges.

My stomach bothers me a lot these days. I'm getting older. I know I have a couple of small hernias, and one doctor I went to thought I might have diverticulitis, but doctors are about as useful as tits on a mouse. All they're interested in is making money off the suffering of others. I got stuck with a urologist from my ER visit and the guy was a complete fuckhead.

I have to go and see him again this November, to check on my kidney function, and if everything works out fine I'm dumping him and never looking back.

Overall, though, I suppose I can't complain. I've got aches and pains, but I'm still around. I've still got all my marbles. Or, at least, I think I still have all my marbles. How the hell would I know if I was looney? 

Let's see. Other stuff.

Um. The Supreme Court overturned Roe vs. Wade which has just pissed EVERYBODY off, and has convinced me that I will vote Democrat, or Anti-Rupublican, for the foreseeable future.

I was celibate for almost a year, but then it ended and I've been banging like a screen door in a hurricane.

Honestly? I think I preferred being celibate.

The dnd group I was playing with kind of exploded. I quit going because I was tired of all the fucking drama. Now, no one really plays, and one of our friends is getting ready to fuck off to Italy because she's dying from a brain tumor/bacterial lung infection and I guess she wants to live her best life. Good luck to her, I say. 

Lately, though, I've been doing some solo rpg which sounds weird and sad but is actually awesome and liberating because I get to play in worlds that no one else wants to fucking play in. Also, there's a shit tom of cool people out there doing it right now and making good videos and blogs.

Honestly, though, I think I'm okay. Even though some days I would just like to stab the world to death, and other days I'd like to give everybody a hug.

I'm going to assume that this is just a natural part of getting older and that I am NOT becoming dangerously psychotic.

If my next update happens from the loony bin/prison, we'll all know that I was wrong.